Transitioning to Adulthood: What’s my name again?
My heart was racing, pitter-pattering in my ear, and the phrase “don’t screw up” kept playing over and over again my head.
Spoiler: we still can’t hit each other indoors…yet.
My heart was racing, pitter-pattering in my ear, and the phrase “don’t screw up” kept playing over and over again my head.